In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the little boy in front of him whose face was slightly flushed and seemed a little shy after he finished speaking.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbed the little blue dyed soft short hair, and said carelessly:

"After all this time, it turns out you just want to be like me?"

"?"

Little Aizen's shy expression froze in an instant, and his face turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rare feeling of expressing one's wishes in the last second disappeared in an instant.

"I, I mean... yes..."

Little Aizen held it in for a long time with great difficulty.

But when he carefully recalled what he had just said, he suddenly realized that almost every word he said was consistent with Fujimiya Makoto.

Little Aizen couldn't help but raise his head and stare carefully at the unkempt guy who was leaning against the wall with his shirt open and stroking his half-round belly.

Savior?

A sense of confusion suddenly welled up in my heart.

what happened?

Is my future dream to become someone like this?!

"..."

Little Aizen stood there saying "yes" for a long time, and finally closed his mouth, unable to say anything anymore.

Seeing him like this, Fujimiya Makoto finally laughed out loud:

“It doesn’t matter if I can’t think of it for now.”

"You'll have a lot of time to think about it next."

"If your answer satisfies me, I don't have to become a Death God."

"Eh?!"

Little Aizen suddenly raised his head and looked at him blankly: "Master Fujimiya, won't you teach me how to become stronger?"

"There's plenty of that stuff at Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy." Fujimiya Makoto waved his hand nonchalantly, looking nonchalant. "Besides, if you're not going in the right direction, the harder you work, the worse off you'll be."

"Whether you or I, we are both immortal gods of death."

"There's still a lot of time."

"I can afford to wait."

After saying that, he stood up and walked into the room leisurely.

Aizen Sosuke sat in the corridor in a daze, watching Fujimiya Makoto get up and go back to his room, silent for a long time.

From the moment I walked into this house until now.

For the first time, Fujimiya Makoto's reaction completely exceeded his expectations.

But what kind of answer did he want?

Little Aizen didn't understand.

It was like a wooden puppet whose strings had just been loosened, and it didn't know how to move without someone pulling it.

As he thought this, he subconsciously reached out his little hand to the last piece of watermelon on the plate.

Then, I touched a pile of watermelon rinds that looked like they had been gnawed by a dog.

A frown suddenly appeared on little Aizen's face.

really!

Still a very annoying guy!

......

For the next period of time, Aizen Sosuke lived in Fujimiya Makoto's house.

And just as he said, Fujimiya Makoto had no intention of teaching him at all. Moreover, although he was the captain, he looked very idle every day. He would clock in at the office and then go home to slack off. No one knew who took care of all the work.

On the contrary, I don’t know what Kiryu’s sister is busy with. She has to stay in the laboratory every other day. When she occasionally comes home, she looks exhausted. Cooking at home is actually a relaxation for her.

However, although Fujimiya Makoto did not teach him any combat skills, he taught him many other techniques.

Cooking, painting, shamisen, tea tasting, how to make senbei (rice crackers)...

Before Fujimiya Makoto's teaching, Aizen Sosuke had never thought that Reiko could be applied to so many aspects of life, and his understanding of "life" seemed to have become much deeper.

The length of life, measured in hundreds of years, is enough for the Grim Reapers to learn many skills that most people would find difficult to master in their lifetime.

Unconsciously, little Aizen gradually changed some of his ideas.

The original stereotypes about the 'God of Death' have also gradually changed.

Until two months later.

The Shin'o Spiritual Arts Academy, which was closed due to the 'Academy Massacre Incident', has reopened.

Chapter 208: Aizen and Hirako's First Meeting

early morning.

Aizen Sosuke stood up from the bed.

The regular schedule during this period has allowed him to develop a relatively fixed biological clock. At the same time, the unprecedented safe environment allows him to sleep soundly every day.

At first glance, it seemed that even his complexion was much better than when he first entered the house.

The little boy got up from the mattress on the tatami, folded the bedding and pillow with nimble hands and feet, picked them up effortlessly and stuffed them into the closet beside him.

Looking around, this small room of less than ten tatami mats (sixteen square meters) is his independent little world after he moved into the Fujimiya residence.

Although he had seen it countless times, when Aizen woke up from his sleep and realized that he was now living in a big house in the center of Soul Society, he still inexplicably felt like waking up from a dream.

However, there won’t be many days like this.

Little Aizen thought so in his heart, turned his head to look at a blue and white straight-strap uniform placed next to the closet.

That was the standard men's uniform of the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy.

Today is the day when school reopens.

Maybe it was because he had lived in a stable environment for too long, but looking at the uniform, Aizen felt a strange childish excitement in his heart.

After all, if he were at home, that guy Fujimiya wouldn't teach him anything.

"Sosuke! Are you up?"

"Yes--!"

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a familiar call from outside.

Little Aizen pursed his lips, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and responded in a raised voice.

When he changed into that outfit and went out, he saw that Sister Kiryu had already prepared a large table of dishes as usual.

It even seems to be richer than before.

"Sosuke?"

When Hikifune Kiryu turned around, he saw a small figure in a blue and white uniform emerge from the corridor, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Doesn't this fit perfectly? I was worried."

“The college is quite thoughtful.”

"Wow!"

The seafood rice stir-fried in the pan fell into the bowl, and white mist rose up, which inadvertently aroused the appetite in the stomach.

Hikifune Kiryu smiled and handed the bowl to Sosuke:

"When you get to school, study hard."

"Yes!"

Little Aizen looked up, a warm smile on his cute little face: "Thank you, Kiryu-nee."

Hikifune Kiryu waved his hand generously, as if it was nothing to worry about.

Makoto Fujimiya looked at the bowl of seafood rice in front of little Aizen, which was almost overflowing, and immediately looked at Miss Kiryu with anticipation.

However, just as he turned around, Hikifune Kiryu's face turned cold and he placed a bowl of white porridge mixed with pickled mustard in front of him.

"Here, this belongs to Brother Cheng!"

When he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the ending tone.

Fujimiya Makoto's face suddenly fell:

"Eh?!"

“Where’s my paella?”

Hikifune Kiryu still had a stern face and turned his head away: "That's Sosuke's back-to-school gift! Since Makoto-sama doesn't have to go to school, of course he'll eat the same as usual."

Fujimiya Makoto turned his gaze to the bowl in front of Kiryu, which was almost as big as a washbasin: "Then you're just eating paella?!"

"I made it myself. If you're not satisfied, just cook it yourself." Miss Kiryu refused to give in.

“This is domestic violence!”

Little Aizen sat obediently on the chair beside him, his two short legs dangling in the air. He watched the disgusting verbal battle between the in-laws in front of him, while grabbing a small spoon to shovel rice into his mouth.

There was no mercy in the look he gave Fujimiya Makoto.

Kiryu Hikifune has been like this ever since this guy didn't come home the night before and came back from somewhere the next morning with a fragrant smell on him.

Their status in the family has been reduced to a level even lower than that of pets.

He has such a good wife, but he always hangs out outside. What a playboy.

Not worthy of pity at all!

Because the two adults set a relatively early bedtime for him, and his little movements could not escape the eyes of Fujimiya Makoto, even after such a long time, little Aizen did not notice that the couple was any different from ordinary couples.

As if noticing his gaze, Fujimiya Makoto brought him some white porridge and gave him a malicious smile.

"Sosuke."

"Please chew it carefully. I'll take you to school later."

"Today is the first day of school, so you must not be late."

"Eh?!"

Little Aizen suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Unfortunately, he had no power to resist.

......

When the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Shinyang Spiritual Arts Academy, it was already crowded with people.

Because of Takasugi's incident, all students from the first to the sixth grade of the Spiritual Arts Academy were killed, and only a few survived. Therefore, this time the full-grade enrollment is directly open to the entire Rukongai, and recruitment is conducted based on spiritual pressure talent and knowledge level without grade restrictions. The scale is much larger than before, and the students' appearance and age are relatively wide-ranging.

However, because there were many Grim Reapers organizing the order on the scene, all the students were arranged in queues, so it looked quite neat and not too chaotic.

Because he had already passed the spiritual pressure test through internal channels, Aizen did not need to be in the same team with them and could enter the school directly.

However, just as he was walking quickly towards the gate, trying to escape from Fujimiya Makoto's control, a big hand suddenly held down his shoulder.

"No hurries?"

"It's still early for school to start."

Upon hearing this, Sosuke's body suddenly stiffened.

When he turned around, he saw Fujimiya Makoto's face facing away from the sun, casting a deep shadow from top to bottom, making him look gloomy and dark. Even his smile was as malicious as a hollow emerging from a dark cavity.

"Fujimiya-sama?"

Little Aizen's cheeks were stiff, and he smiled with some difficulty.

Fujimiya Makoto's smile became even gentler: "It's really nothing serious. I just want to give you a little test."